Chapter 1005
Chapter 1005: Fleeing Team
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
On the slopes of that mountain, a group of people were traveling . They were a mixture of young and old people, and there were about two hundred people in total . They were sluggish and in disarray, and upon closer inspection, many were wounded . Some had been more grievously injured than others, with many having lost entire limbs . It was a horrifying scene .
"Uncle San, are we going to make it?" a young woman asked an elderly person, as she rode upon a unicorn .
"Yes, we are," the old man answered her with absolute certainty .
They were surpassers, hailing from Wind God Shelter . They were once incredibly strong, and one of them had even opened eight gene locks . They had conquered royal shelters for years .
But this legacy was brought to its knees upon the arrival of a powerful spirit . Thousands of people had died in the sudden siege, and only two hundred had made it out alive .
The man who had opened eight gene locks, and many other brave warriors, remained behind to stall the spirit that attacked them . They gave their lives so others could escape .
But fleeing to the wilds was not a guarantee of safety for anyone . It was often a crueler fate, and this mountain was not someplace anyone could take refuge . This was a place not even an army of spirits would dare go, and so the small group's chances of survival were nearly nil .
But these people did not know this . Still, they remained wary, just as much as they were weary . It was a foreign land, and they had to maintain vigilance .
Even if they crossed the mountain successfully, there was no guarantee fonder pastures awaited them on the other side . The area past the mountain was most likely controlled by spirits, as well .
With nowhere specific to run, and with no idea what fate might soon await them, all they could do was give in to the whims of their feet . They traveled with no destination in mind, in a simple escape of the horrors behind them, in a desperate hope that no more would lie ahead .
Lin Weiwei did not ask again . As kind as her uncle's few words were, she had just been hesitant to accept the truth of what was most likely to happen . She wanted at least one comforting thought, but their reserves were empty and there was no comfort to be had . Whether any of them would survive was now in the fickle hands of destiny .
After another two days of harsh passage, they encountered more than a fair share of creatures . Two more people fell in battle with them, and they were still in what could be regarded as the foothills of the mountain . As they went deeper, they knew crueler monstrosities would soon appear .
"Careful; we have movement to the left," someone said, which drew their attention there .
"Prepare for battle!" Uncle San rallied, whose actual name was Lin He . After his command, silence gripped the air again . Then came the sounds of rustling . It drew nearer and nearer .
Sweat and fear choked the hearts of those who waited for whatever foul beast would emerge and waylay them .
A shadow started to form in the foliage, and with their weapons in hand, they prepared to fight .
But when this shadow came closer, the dark figure began to take shape . It was a person, strangely . It was a twenty-year-old man with skin that was smoother than any fair maiden .
If it wasn't for the person's manly face and strong, wide body, he could have very well been mistaken for a woman .
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